Текст песни Screwheads f Z-Ro - Under the Floor
Screwheads f Z-Ro - Under the Floor слова песни
(*talking*)Yo, Z-Ro the motherfucking Crooked, 2K1This is dedicated to all them hoe ass niggasAnd then again, this is dedicated to all my real dogsWe gon get them niggas, you feel meYou weasel ass niggas, you snake in the grass ass niggasDie slow nigga, feel the Z-Ro nigga[Z-Ro]Huh, I reminisce about the past time Me and Mafio in class putting together to get our hands downDestined to be a living legend, spitting game on tracksNow we popping it with the DJ Screw, they all want on waxNow who that man, who that talking downNigga look at what you did to me, I`m about to lose my mindI`m on a coaster grind, trying to shine like that boy 2PacAggravated and I know I`m hated, so I roll with two glocksNever hesitate to put one of these pussies in lineCause I`m tired of talking to my roll dogs, in the back of my mindAnother day another murder, seeing another homie goneGot me paranoid bout kin folk, till I put something in they domeWhat was once a Christian, now I`ll be living violentlyRetaliation for my niggas moving silentlyWe S.U.C. Screwed Up Click, now boot up bitchI`m ready for war, bout to suit up bitch[Chorus - 2x]We sick of you bitches putting our niggas under the floorSo I came to let you know, we gon kill you hoesFa sho, till this barrel 3-57 be busting, mean muggingThey cussing busting, busting, busting[Z-Ro]Hey Mr. Fat to the Pat, how the fuck they gon actStill living out your ghetto dreams, with hands on our strapWhy the fuck niggas be bombing on, ghetto rap starsTaking the lives of real g`s, straight bitches is what you areAs a superstar, never be tricking my money on hoesAffiliated with pimps, pushers and basketball prosI never be going up my nose, and plus I stopped puffing shermAutomatic weapon up on my side, and aim as straight as a birdMy brains dripping, my ruger ripping from missing my dogsThat`s why I`m sucking up the rap game, cause I`m a hogPoetically inclined, and get on the corner and grindI`m about to let my light shine, cause the henchman got attention of homie dyingI`ma stop, drop, roll, on eighty foursKeep my finger on the trigger, cause I don`t love you hoesSo move around, all this tripping with yourself stressed outFuck around and click and make Z-Ro, pull the black smith and wess out[Chorus - 2x][Z-Ro]We all in, steady breaking these boys off again and againPimping a pen, living in sin trying to get dividendsTired of being broke in this bitch, kicking it with DJ ScrewSipping drinking and smoking that shitAnd since I bought a blue over gray, my nigga didn`t playDVD and a c.d. looking at the S.U.C. on T.V.But now he`s gone, he made me then he left me aloneAt least my nigga didn`t get taken out by a shot to the domeI got the call on the phone, from Den-DenNigga your ass just taken, but first let me tell you about your kinWe lost Eazy-E, P-A-C, B.I.G. and Big PunThat was a nigga that was close to me, man this thug life ain`t no funThat`s fucked up, with a platinum feel my true to life is outiePut a sadness on the world, cause the sun didn`t shineIt stayed cloudy for three days, tears running down my face like relaysZ-Ro the Crooked, the ghetto rap star that he made[Chorus - 2x]